Friday, November 26, 2010

String Theory

Unlimited variations of a string
The violin in the hands of genius
Surrenders sound to make you weep
But in the hands of a student
The strings squeak and squawk
In their full range of possibility,
Not the narrow range of awe
That inspires wonder.
Such is the miracle of you and me,
The full range of our potential
To be what others admire or abhor
Settles into the range of common sanity,
But move the fret a finger
Up or down the scale
And we are intolerable
Even to our mothers.
The fine tuning of our billions of selves
Makes the anthem of humanity so common
We daily mistake the genius in ourselves
For the pedestrian stuff of students,
The “we” we take for granted
A very thin veneer
Over the many layers lying in waiting
Beneath the calouses of the ages.
JM  

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